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from here. nnn so close.)Closer. She was getting closer. Almost there, almost at her destination. ... And then she would have to do it all over again. Get from one point to the other, without hopefully being hit or ... well, if she was being honest, she would really appreciate it if she wasn't noticed, but hey, she couldn't look a gift horse in
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It took all of two seconds for Snow to realize something was really wrong. There were voices nearby. People were talking and... no, wait. It was a fight. Two guys were fighting right there in the hallway. He couldn't get a very good look at them, what with the dark and them moving around so much, but as far as appearances went, it sure looked like it was two prisoners. Neither of them were dressed in military uniforms anyway. One of them wasn't dressed in the same thing he and everyone else was wearing though. He couldn't get a good look at it, but he could tell that much at least. Maybe that was the bastard who was supposed to be guarding the stairwell.
Now normally, Snow would take this as a cue to run right in and help the other guy as a fellow prisoner, but those alarm bells were going off in the back of his mind all over again. Something was telling him he didn't want either of them seeing him. That maybe he should be hightailing it the hell away from there before they got the chance. Why? Weren't they on the same ( ... )
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When they reached the top of the stairs, the first thing he noticed was that people were fighting. There were two fights, in fact; one involving two people and-- a-and a monster... and the other was just between two people. Gumshoe almost felt grateful for the distraction. He shut the door behind them--not taking his eyes off the action--took a step forward and... froze. Which group was he meant to be helping?
As his eyes darted between Frank and the two fights, something far worse got his attention. His flashlight skimmed over what looked like--... "Wh..." His heart sank as he quickly retraced the beam's path, jerking it a few inches to the right.
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"Ahhh! Who's that!?" he exclaimed over the racket. "Wh-What happened here!?" Without thinking, he stuck a hand out in front of Frank, urging him to stay back, then rushed over to the bruised and bloodied body on the floor. The victim looked really young; he was probably a teenager, or around that. "Don't come closer, pal! Whatever you do!" he shouted over his shoulder ( ... )
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